This Game Is Too Realistic

The gunfire and explosions in the underground garage finally subsided.

A man covered in animal skins with a string of teeth hanging from his neck was dragged out of the garage entrance by two young players, one on the left and one on the right.

Even though he was covered in blood and his hands were tied, he was still screaming.

Unfortunately, his actions were doomed to be in vain, and the players around him couldn't understand what he was talking about.

As a war criminal, he will be sent to Dawn City to be tried under the new Alliance laws.

And after that, waiting for him will be the gallows of justice.

Except for Foxya, a total of 282 marauders who resisted were killed.

It's not that no one wants to surrender, it's that there is no chance to surrender.

Brutal street fighting is like a rolling meat grinder, especially in a dark environment like an underground garage. Not to mention capturing any prisoners, it is already very good without accidentally injuring friendly troops. No one will hold back at all.

Both the Death Corps and the Ape Tooth Tribe who took the lead suffered heavy casualties. .

Looking at the disgraced subordinates who came out of the underground garage, Yuanya's face was filled with expressions of pain.

In the brutal street fighting just now, his tribe was reduced by at least 20%, and 200 corpses were left behind.

But when he saw Fox Ya's miserable fate, the pain in his heart suddenly disappeared.

This is a necessary sacrifice.

everything is worth it

It is different from Yuanya who is tangled in his heart, and those cannon fodders who have survived the disaster.

Although the players who came out of the underground garage suffered a lot of casualties, their style was completely different.

“Trollyyds!”

"Indeed! It's too strong for street fighting!"

"The LD47 is still a bit weak in melee combat. It would be too serious to defeat an unarmored Predator."

"Actually, it's not bad, right? Anyway, one shot swiped over and one shot didn't kill him, but two shots also knocked him down."

"Go back and let the dogs and mosquitoes come out. Damn it, the captured equipment is too difficult to refill!"

"10086."

The surviving players excitedly exchanged their battlefield experiences and quickly reached a consensus on the same thing.

The new alliance needs to add a shotgun to its standard equipment to clear trenches and underground bunkers!

There are also chlorine bombs.

Although this thing is not very humane, it doesn't matter in the game. Of course, it only works if it's easy to use.

What's more, without this thing, their gas masks become completely decorations and are of no use at all.

Just when the players were bragging, the Piedmont paratroopers of the Jungle Corps came over, caught a good brother and asked.

"Where's Big Eyes? Why didn't he come out with you?"

As soon as they heard Big Eyes, everyone suddenly stopped in silence.

"big eyes?"

"Hahaha!"

"Are you talking about that idiot who roasted himself? Hahahaha, no, let me laugh for a while."

Looking at the construction site boy and Brick squatting on the ground laughing, the Pi City paratrooper was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed instantly.

"Fuck!"

"My flamethrower!"

The players who were holding back their laughter originally laughed out loud after hearing these words.

While the Pi City brothers were mourning their flamethrowers, the soldiers of the Second Corps were busy moving the trophies and slaves from the Fourth New District to the south of the city.

After seeing the photo sent by Chu Guang, Yin Fang said "Leave it alone" and rushed over from Shelter 404 in Qingquan City.

Since there was no direct transportation, he first took a train, then caught a truck transporting building materials in Qingshi County, and finally arrived in Xizhou before dark.

On the edge of the Fourth New District, it is the only entrance to the villa area that is not flooded by the lake.

Before the raft could stop, Yin Convenient jumped down from it.

The air was filled with a rotten smell, and flies were flying on the roadside. The whole area was like rotting meat soaked in a smelly ditch.

Seeing the bloody graffiti and totems made of human bones around him, Yin Fang shivered subconsciously and couldn't help but complain.

"Can people really live in this kind of place?"

"It's not like you've never seen a predator before." Chu Guang, standing next to him, had already turned on the air circulation device of the power armor, completely ignoring the unpleasant smell around him.

"I have indeed seen it, but now I have a new understanding." Looking at Chu Guang's power armor with envy, Yin Fang coughed lightly and continued, "Where is that thing?"

"follow me."

After leaving these words, Chu Guang walked in front and took Yin Fang back to Jin Ya's villa, all the way to the basement warehouse.

The loot in the villa has been evacuated, but only this underground warehouse has remained intact.

A large number of parts are scattered in the warehouse, where you can see half-disassembled bionic robots and some weird gadgets.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the device that looks like a gas tank placed in the center of the warehouse.

Its shell was orange, and it was hard to tell what material it was made of. Chu Guang studied it for a long time and still couldn't figure out what it was used for.

But after seeing it, Yin Fang's face suddenly showed an expression of joy.

"The gas storage tank of the fuel rod! It is indeed! Thank God, you didn't touch this guy!"

Gas tank for fuel rods? !

Upon hearing this, Chu Guang was slightly stunned and immediately said nervously.

"Will it explode?"

"Explode? What are you thinking? It's not that easy to trigger a fusion reaction, not to mention that this is the fuel rod of a third-generation reactor. It is safe in every sense of the word, and of course it is also extremely valuable."

Yin Fang walked forward and squatted down in front of the gas tank-like device. After finding the interface, he connected it to the VM-modified touchpad.

After some operations, the screen lit up.

"103.9 kilograms is unbelievable!" Looking at the characters and numbers displayed on the touch panel, Yin Fang was so excited that his voice trembled.

"103 kilograms of what?" Chu Guang asked reflexively.

"Helium 3! 103 kilograms of helium 3!" Yin Fang stood up from the ground excitedly and looked back at Chu Guang, "We are rich!"

Hearing what Yin Fang said, Chu Guang subconsciously held his breath.

Although he had no idea about more than one hundred kilograms of helium 3, he understood what Yin Fang said about getting rich.

After swallowing, he continued.

“What does 100 kilograms of helium-3 mean?”

"What does it mean?" Yin Fang took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and then said, "Let's put it this way, with a slightly better reactor, one kilogram of helium-3 can generate about 1 billion kilowatt-hours of electricity! What do you think this means? "

"1000000000?!"

One ton of coal can generate approximately 3,000 kilowatt hours of electricity.

So 1 billion kilowatt-hours of electricity and 330,000 tons of coal?

100 kilograms of helium 3 is equivalent to approximately 33 million tons of coal?

Of course, this metaphor is certainly inaccurate and can only be used as a reference for easy understanding.

Looking at the gas tank in front of him, it should be said to be a fuel rod, Chu Guang felt a little confused.

Happiness comes too suddenly.

He didn't know what expression to make for a moment.

Yin Fang was the same. He reached out and touched the gas tank, with a trace of obsession written on his face.

"This is the first time I have seen such rich and pure helium-3 in my many years as an explorer. It is really difficult to get some helium-3. Where can I get such a good thing since the Earth-to-Moon flights have been suspended for more than 200 years? Coming?"

As he said that, Yin Fang looked at Chu Guang expectantly, his expression obviously hoping to get an answer from him.

Unfortunately, Chu Guang didn't know how to answer this question.

"It's useless for you to ask me. I also want to know where this thing came from." When he said this, Chu Guang's face was full of strange expressions.

According to the intelligence collected from the captives, the Ya clan's main trade target is the Bugla Free State.

It is backed by the Great Rift Valley and is located at the transportation hub of the northern plains of the Valley Province. In theory, anyone can do business there, and it is difficult to pinpoint the specific seller.

But then again, what kind of trouble would a looter make buying this thing?

At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly noticed the pamphlet scattered aside, so he reached out and picked it up.

On the cover of the booklet is written a line of words "Chasing the Milky Way"

What the hell?

After reading this line of title, Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then turned back and frowned slightly.

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comics?

And it’s also a mecha theme.

Glancing at the android parts scattered on the ground and the iron shelf leaning against the wall, Chu Guang suddenly understood something, and the expression on his face became subtle.

Good guy.

Are you really planning to build a Gundam? !

If you look closely, you will see that there is some sort of container on the iron shelf. It is clearly a mechanical leg and arm lying horizontally.

But because the workmanship was too abstract, he didn't recognize it the first time.

Thinking of this, a picture emerged in Chu Guang's mind.

An unkempt man, holding a comic book from the pre-war era, stood in front of an unevolved baboon and promoted junk he picked up from nowhere.

Brother, I am surprised to see your bones. Here is a martial arts secret book. Since you and I are destined, I will sell it to you for 1 million dinars.

I can only say that one dares to sell it and the other dares to believe it.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Chu Guang staring straight at the corner, Yin Fang asked curiously.

Chu Guang shook his head.

"nothing"

Since some people worship black boxes as gods, it is not surprising that they would mistake comic books from the pre-war era for "instructions for black technology."

Looking at the orange gas tank again, Yin Fang said with envy.

"If 100 kilograms of helium-3 are in the academy, they will even exchange information on Class A technology with you."

Chu Guang: "It's impossible to change. I need energy more than Class A technology that I can't use temporarily."

Yin Fang nodded: "Indeed, I don't recommend you to sell it. With your current manufacturing level, it is already a miracle that you can produce Class D technology. It is better to be more pragmatic."

The higher the technical content, the higher the cost, the more complex the process, and the more industrial chains involved.

Based on the current situation of the new alliance, the first priority is to develop productivity, and the second priority is high-precision technology.

Class D technologies such as solid hydrogen may not be as useful as Class A technologies such as metallic hydrogen.

But what Chu Guang actually wants to complain about is, who said it is a miracle that the new alliance can produce Class D technology?

According to the academy's classification standards for pre-war technology, A3 aerospace aluminum should be considered a Category C technology.

In other words, the new alliance’s industrial capabilities can already produce Class C technology!

Although there is only one thing.

"This gas tank should have been removed from the fuel rod. Although I don't know which idiot removed it, but fortunately the parts are all here, so it won't be a big problem to assemble it."

Looking at the materials scattered around, Yin Fang continued.

"All that's left to do now is to find a way to find the reactor and Vault 101. Let me make it clear first that I can't repair that thing. I'm just a prospector, not a nuclear engineer."

Chu Guang said with a smile.

"Don't worry about this, I've already arranged for someone to find him."

"Really? That would be great."

Yin Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

His biggest headache on weekdays is that whenever the manager in front of him encounters a technical problem, regardless of whether it is within his area of ​​expertise, he will always be given a solution.

What can he do?

Even in the same language, being able to read and write are two completely different concepts, let alone a complex and systematic project like a controllable fusion reactor.

"It will probably take a while to reassemble the fuel rods. Can you find a few people to help me transport the parts here?" Looking around, Yin Fang pinched his nose and frowned, "The smell here is too strong. , I don’t want to work in this damn place.”

It’s not just the flavor.

The environment here is simply like a haunted house. You can set up a stall at the door and charge tickets directly for business. No normal person would want to stay here for longer.

"no problem."

Chu Guang nodded, waved his index finger, opened the map, randomly selected a group of lucky people from nearby young players, and issued a task to help move things.

A total of 10 people are required. After completing the task, you will be given 10 silver, 10 tribute, and 50 points.

The pop-up window for the task almost appeared and was gone in an instant.

Chu Guang suspected that these guys didn't even read the content of the mission and just accepted it without saying anything.

Click to see the task details.

Good guy, 9 out of 10 people are agile.

This is too fast!

"Someone will come over to help you in a while. I have something else to do, so I won't stay here any longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, a line of light blue pop-up windows suddenly appeared in front of Chu Guang.

Task: Recovering the VM of the Vault 101 manager requires that the device number and DNA verification record match the information registered in the database

Reward: 3500 DNA sequences.

3500 "activation codes"!

When he saw the last line of mission rewards, Chu Guang clenched his fists excitedly.

The 3,000 activation codes that were given out when the B4 layer was opened are about to be distributed.

With these 3,500 new DNA sequences, the player limit of Wasteland OL will be increased from 3,500 to 7,000!

Directly doubled!

Thinking of this, Chu Guang couldn't help but say.

"Sure enough, digging graves is the right way to become stronger!"

However, this excitement did not last long. After just half a minute, Chu Guang calmed down.

Judging from the available information, Vault 101 is obviously not an unowned ruin that has been abandoned for many years, but an operational shelter.

In other words, their managers are still alive.

Then here comes the problem.

How to politely borrow a vital sign monitor from a living manager.

In a sense, this thing is equivalent to a person's black box.

It not only stores DNA information, but also most likely stores work logs and the user's personal privacy, which is equivalent to a smartphone in the 21st century.

Chu Guang thought about it from his perspective. If someone planned to borrow his mobile phone, he would definitely be reluctant. No matter how cleanly the contents are deleted, there is always a way to recover them.

A book-chasing app recommended to me by an old book friend I have known for ten years. I can listen to books to pass the time. You can download it here.

I'm afraid this task is not that simple.

In the dark tunnel, a group of people held flashlights and searched forward.

Two hours ago, the Cow Horse Team received the follow-up mission of the fusion reactor and followed NPC Wang Zhong to find the entrance to Shelter 101.

Also accompanying him was Lu Bei from the Guards Regiment, as the representative of the New Alliance in negotiating with Vault 101.

Five players spread out around, protecting the two NPCs in the middle of the team.

However, this mission was surprisingly simple, and there were basically no difficult threats encountered along the way.

The most dangerous alien species that everyone encountered was just a multi-legged beast that ran in from nowhere.

Most of the time, they encountered mutant rats and cockroaches

Especially the former.

The entire Xizhou City has almost become a world of rats.

These little things have very weak combat power, and a grenade can kill them all.

When you encounter someone who is alone, you don't even need to shoot. You can easily deal with them in close combat.

Kicking the body of a mutated rat aside, Ye Shi said with helplessness written on his face.

"We should bring the man who made things difficult for us."

Quit smoking and scratch your head.

"It's useless to take him with us. Once he subdues the rats in the entire tunnel, we will have enough to clear the entire map twice."

Qiangrenshidi shared the strategy on the official website. If you want to recover a mutated mouse, you first need to beat the opponent with your bare hands until his belly is exposed and admit defeat.

By the same token, Death Claw players can theoretically recover Death Claws.

The premise is to defeat the opponent.

Not understanding what these people were talking about, Wang Zhong, who was leading the way, thought they were impatient, so he said quickly.

"It's right in front, coming soon!"

Lu Bei, who was walking next to him, comforted him and said.

"Don't worry, just remember it carefully and try not to make a mistake."

"Don't worry, sir, I've walked this road many times, I can find it even with my eyes closed!" Wang Zhong said confidently.

The group continued moving forward and finally reached their destination.

Wang Zhong stopped in front of an iron door, reached out and knocked on it.

There was no response from behind the iron door.

Wang Zhong looked a little anxious and reached out to knock again.

Looking at the NPC's movements, Ye Shi whispered in a low voice.

"How about we help him blow the door open."

After hearing this, Fang Chang coughed lightly and said.

"This is a mission with a unique label. If you fail, you will lose your camp's favorability. I advise you not to make matters worse."

Quit smoking and scratched his head.

"I think what Brother Ye Shi said makes sense. Aren't all the residents of the shelter hiding in the shelter? This door is not the entrance to the shelter. How could there be someone there?"

Before he finished speaking, the iron door suddenly squeaked and opened a crack.

A face poked out from the crack in the door.

Seeing Wang Zhong standing at the door, the man was stunned for a moment and said unexpectedly.

"King Zhong? Are you still alive?!"

Wang Zhong said with an excited smile.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean I am still alive? Is it a dead person talking to you?"

"Sorry, my expression was wrong," the man lowered his head and said after a moment of silence, "Why are you here?"

Wang Zhong said with a smile.

"I'm here to tell you the good news. Those barbarians have been dealt with!"

"Has it been taken away?"

There was a surprised expression on the man's face, as if he couldn't believe it.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed a group of unfamiliar faces following Wang Zhong, and the expressions on their faces immediately became alert.

"These people are"

"Lu Bei, commander of the New Alliance Guards Corps."

Stepping forward and giving a military salute, Lu Bei took the initiative to introduce himself.

Wang Zhong, who was standing at the door, also followed suit.

"They helped us drive away the predators, and cured my wife's disease. Now they are leading us to rebuild our home. By the way, the leader of the new alliance is the manager of Vault 404. Don't worry, they are all a good person!"

When Wang Zhong said this, he spoke from the bottom of his heart.

Before the people of the New Alliance came here, they lived a life of one meal and one meal.

Since the arrival of the New Alliance, no one in their settlement has died of starvation.

However

This is just how he feels.

Staring at the soldier next to Wang Zhong, the man standing behind the door had doubts in his eyes. He seemed not to believe what he said and did not continue to speak.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

At this moment, Fang Chang suddenly took a step forward, with a friendly smile on his face, and greeted him in non-standard human couplets.

"We are residents of Vault 404 and come from the same era as you. We are very happy to meet you again, fellow citizens."

In order to say this sentence completely, he typed in his stomach for a long time, but he still stuttered.

Lao Bai, who was standing aside, couldn't help but cover his face, and Kuang Feng, who had been silent until now, also sighed.

People don't believe you are from a shelter, but you still have to show off your half-baked language.

If you can't speak, just keep your mouth shut!

Ye Shi muttered softly.

"I knew we should have put on the novice suits."

Kuang Feng nodded.

"It's really careless."

Perhaps the hidden attribute charm value is not enough, and the judgment to trigger the plot actually failed.

But at this moment, a miracle happened.

The man stared at Fang Chang carefully for a while, but he didn't know where he made the mistake and actually believed the lie he made up.

"You do look a lot like those guys, even though you're not wearing the blue coats."

"Those people?" Fang Chang was slightly stunned.

"Of course, a resident of the shelter." The man opened the door. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Tris. I am a resident of Camp 101 and an employee of Vault 101."

"And, the sheltered person."

Thanks to the leader of "Sister Zai Xialin" for the reward! !